When the killers come
The next time I have a lousy work day, or despair about the state of journalism in Canada, I’m going to re-read this piece about José Rubén Zamora, editor of El Periódico: “When the Killers Come Calling: A Guatemalan journalist and his family are terrorized by a gang of thugs.”
I especially like this line: “People from the military police come. And my wife says, pointing to one, that man was here, during the raid. I think she’s crazy. But in fact, he’s erasing fingerprints.”
The next time I have a lousy work day, or despair about the state of journalism in Canada, I’m going to re-read this piece about José Rubén Zamora, editor of El Periódico: “When the Killers Come Calling: A Guatemalan journalist and his family are terrorized by a gang of thugs.”
I especially like this line: “People from the military police come. And my wife says, pointing to one, that man was here, during the raid. I think she’s crazy. But in fact, he’s erasing fingerprints.”
